verses from the
elizabethan era
he paces around the bus
as best as one can pace on a packed bus
finger erect like a conductor of a symphony
his head bowed toward the music of his phone
waiting for someone to pick up
then he says
listen
listen you fuck
if you go in that room
go in my stuff without me present
i swear
i swear on baby jesus christ
you’ll end this night in a body bag
before he hangs up
and pushes through the doors at his stop
an unlit marlboro in his mouth
leaving me to wonder
if he was quoting
shakespeare
marlowe
or perhaps someone else.
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